Oxley Nature Center and Our Favorite Swimming Hole

Got outside yesterday on a gorgeous sunny Oklahoma day and drove out to the Red Bud Valley

Oxley Nature Center Tulsa, OK

hiking trail in Catoosa. We drove out fairly early before the day got too warm – I on my favorite Yamaha 650 and my beautiful wife drove her Tahoe and took our little princess Sabrina with her. After driving the 50 miles to the trail, we were greeted unexpectedly with closed gates and signs that told of business hours on certain days that didn’t include yesterday. Major upset to say the least. But, since we were already practically in Tulsa, we decided to take a short drive to Mohawk Park, just a little ways farther down the road. At this point, the sun was starting to warm up a bit and we arrived at the Oxley Nature Center in Mohawk Park about 10:30 a.m.

            On rolling into the parking lot, we noticed a sign that read, “No Dogs”, now to us this meant that we couldn’t take our baby into the Nature Center but more than welcome on the primitive hiking trails around the center. The center is located inside the Mohawk Park grounds, about a mile from the Tulsa Zoo. So, we got all leashed up and walked around the outside of the Nature Center to one of the many trails that criss-cross the area. It was really nice in the shade and a cool breeze was welcome. Our hike began on a pleasant note- aside from some muddy areas close to the center. (Here's a link to the video - https://www.facebook.com/johnsphotographicarts/videos/660496208129310/ )

Being the devout adventurers we are, we separated from the initial “Red Fox Loop” trail and walked about a quarter of a mile down the “Bob’s” trail when we encountered a rather large pavilion structure with bathrooms and a couple of fireplaces. This type of pavilion seems to be common in the park area and I know of at least one other in a different area of the park. What really caught our attention though was a half-built debris shelter that was located close to the pavilion. We stayed and took some pictures of the shelter and enjoyed the wildlife, such as Red Fox squirrels and white-tailed deer. One of which decide to grace us with their presence while we were videoing. 

            After the pavilion, we hiked along some everglade-type swamp land, crossed a couple of wooden bridges, and had just turned down another trail called “Blue Heron”. We had just started on this course, and noticing a wooden blind used for observing the wildlife, when a young man carrying a wooden sign approached us and informed us that “dogs were not allowed on the trails”.

This knowledge was concerning, seeing how we had already hiked almost an hour into the property and were just getting ready for some Blue Heron watching. But we thanked the young man, (who seemed very knowledgeable about other hiking trails in the park where we could take our little Sabrina with us) and went back the way we came, but not totally without some opposition and meandering down another canine-forbidden foray. Well, honestly, we may have gotten a little mixed up on exactly which trail we had initially came in on. However, we did manage to eventually find our way back to the parking lot, had a cool drink of water, then headed out for our most favorite spot ever. A place where the water runs clear and the owners don’t mind if you bring your best friend along. An hour later we were immersed in ice cold, clear flowing creek water.

          

We dropped the motorcycle off and traded the Tahoe for the Silverado; stopped by the local Harp’s store for hotdogs, drinks, and other accouterments for a cookout over an open fire. Oh, Robin did bring her marshmallows and I had to eat one just because it was such a nice day. After swimming and walking around our favorite swimming spot, the sun was sinking lower and everything just seemed to gel. It’s like the cosmos had come into alignment and all was right with the world.

There were no protests, no rioting, looting, talking point rhetoric, or general anarchy in the streets. The creek was sparkling and rolling towards its ultimate destination, indifferent to the misfortunes of the world. At this moment, this was my reality and I embraced every minute of it. I was with my loved ones. The ones I care for and who care for me. It was so very peaceful, relaxing, and sublime.

Field Wolf

Went for a walk yesterday after the rain and cut through our favorite field next to  the cemetery. The path was laden with crawfish holes and others that looked like crawfish holes. One in particular looked to be full of water and I didn't think much of it. But on second glance, this beast is seen glaring back from it's hiding spot! Definitely gave it a wide berth as we continued on our way. (Of course, we had to get a picture or two before moving on).

Murder in a Small Town: Epilogue

Epilogue

 

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 A week after the meeting with Jessica, Angela Krantz begins thinking about her father and goes into the attic of her home to find an old box she had kept of his belongings. His death was hard for her to deal with after losing her mother only years earlier. She finds the box hidden in its dark, dusty corner, opens it, and begins looking through the things left behind by the man who raised her. She finds some familiar trinkets that he had given her as a child and the handwritten cards of hers he had saved over the years. But there is one that she doesn’t recognize. The paper looks much older than the others and it is folded strangely. Angela opens it and sees a child’s crude drawing of stick people, surrounded by cows, chickens, and a barn. “Obviously this a farm, she thinks to herself. The stick figures resemble a father, mother, and little girl holding hands and, at first, Angela thinks it might be one of hers she had drawn when she was younger, but as she looks at the opened drawing, she sees the unmistakable writing of another child that says, “I love you DADDY” and scrawled in the bottom corner of the paper is the name RACHEL.

Murder in a Small Town: The Proposition

The Proposition

“Ms. Reddit, Jessica", began the Sheriff. "I would like for you to think about something. I would like to ask you if you might consider staying on here in Lancaster? Regardless of the outcome of this case, you have shown many admirable qualities essential to good police work. My days as Sheriff are quickly winding down and the town could really use someone with your abilities to take over when I’m gone. You seem to have the ambition and drive needed to do a good job for this town. I know it’s not the ideal job you were hoping for in Cleveland, but it’s a good, honest job that gives you personal satisfaction in helping others in the community. You don’t have to answer me right now, but just think about it”. 

Jessica is stunned and confused. “Did he just offer me the job of Sheriff in Lancaster, Wisconsin?”, she asks herself. She looks at the sheriff, smiles and says,

“Okay Chief, let me think about it. It’s a lot to take in all at once”.

“That’s okay Jessica. Take your time. I’m not going anywhere. The offer will still be here tomorrow”, he jokes. Jessica turns and leaves his office. She exits out the back door and almost collapses. Her heart is racing, and her cheeks flushed. Dominik sees her leave the sheriff’s office and follows her outside.

“Is everything okay, Jessica?” He asks catching up to her. In so doing, he instinctively wraps his large, muscular arm around her slender waist and gently steadies her. “You’re looking a bit pale. Do you need some water”?

“No, I’m okay”, says Jessica. “Just a little overwhelmed at the moment, I guess”. She decides not to tell him what she and the Sheriff had just discussed. She looks out across the barren parking lot and into the yellow-green pasturelands beyond. She smiles broadly and thinks of the old J.C, Penny building only a few yards away and the money her mother had left in a trust for her when she died. It wasn’t much but, “I bet it would be just enough for that old building and a few pieces of gym equipment”, she thinks. She looks at Dominik and, just for a moment, forgets about her cozy one-bedroom apartment on the lake, her friends, (well most of them anyway), and the big city life. “Dominik, what did you say the name of that gym equipment dealership was?”

Murder in a Small Town: The Conclusion

The Conclusion

The Sheriff looks at Jessica for what seemed like an eternity before he spoke. His eyes moving from her to his desk and back again. Finally, he says, “Well, that’s some fine detective work you have here Ms. Reddit but, unfortunately, just showing a link between the girl and this Krantz person doesn’t prove he actually bludgeoned six people to death on the Hansen Farm. If anything, it only proves that this Krantz and Vicki Wilson had some goings on at some point that produced a baby. There were rumors about Vicki and a number of men around the Lancaster area and I’m sure you’re aware of the incestual relationship that’s documented with her and her father. It is a very good coincidence though, but not enough, I’m afraid, to clear this cold case. I’m sorry. I know you and Dominik worked really hard on this one”.

Jessica sees the sheriff speaking and watches his lips move as if in slow motion. She hears the words and everything hits home for her. She knows what he is saying is sound. She knows it’s the truth. “There is no smoking gun”, she thinks. “It’s not enough”.

“You’re right Sheriff”, says Jessica in a half whisper as the wind leaves her sails. “I knew this theory was totally circumstantial, but I also know this case has been brought to the closest possible conclusion that can be”, she says. “It’s just not enough”. Jessica, looks down at the Sheriff’s desk, sighs, turns, and is about to leave when Sheriff Gerrard asks her to wait. Surprisingly, he sits up in his chair and looks Jessica eye-to-eye. Then he offers her an appealing proposition.

Murder in a Small Town: The Witnesses

The Witnesses

"We have witness statements that, right before the Hansen’s murders, an unknown stranger came to Lancaster calling himself “Brandon”. He was known to frequent the bar here in town and was telling everyone he had come back from Panama and that his real name was Jim. However, this man vanished right before the murders and was never seen around here again. This is the part of the story that gets interesting. I thought to myself, what would a deranged psychopath do if they had just committed a brutal homicide? To answer this question, I looked back on famous profiles of mass murders and their modus operandi. (1). They would need to put some distance between themselves and the location of the murders. (2). They would need to change their identity. (3). They would need a place to hide out, possibly in plain sight. So, I began looking at the neighboring cities and farms in particular. Jim had an established pattern of marrying one farmer’s daughter, what’s the likelihood he would continue this pattern? I hoped pretty good. During my research of the surrounding counties, a man by the name of Walter Krantz shows up two weeks after the murders on a farm some fifty miles from here, telling a sob-story about losing his family in an automobile accident while he was away serving in the military. Joe Miller, owner of the farm fell for this stranger’s story and gave him work as a hired hand. Walter took to farm life and ingratiated himself with Joe to the point of actually marrying one of his daughters. (Here Jim’s behavioral pattern is perpetuated). To this fact I have been able to get a sample of (Rachel) the little girl’s DNA and one from Walter Kratz’s daughter and their DNA is a match! This proves that Rachel’s father and Vicki’s husband did not die in Panama but was actually right here, close to the Lancaster area, when the murders occurred”.

Murder in a Small Town: The Scenario

The Scenario

"In my scenario", begins Jessica, "Jim makes his way back to the family farm and hides out in the barn, conceals himself on the premises, and secretly surveils the day-to-day happenings. He does this for a few days, moving between the barn and the attic of the main house. After a few days he decides, to reveal himself to his seven-year-old daughter and try to persuade her to come away with him. In his mind, she is his only link by blood on the whole farm and he wants to take her away, to maybe start another life together. But, something goes terribly wrong as he is attempting this. She may have become frightened and tried to flee, stumbled and fell, hitting her head on something that knocks her unconscious".

"Jim then begins to panic and tries to conceal her under the hay. Then, one by one, the other victims begin coming out to look for the other. First was Rachel’s mother, then her mother, and lastly Carl. It’s December and the ground is frozen. There was no way to dispose of the bodies at this point and Jim gives up trying. He knows that the little boy in the house is an illegitimate child of his supposedly widowed wife and, in his warped thinking, she’s been unfaithful. He goes to the house to dispatch the child with the same farming implement used on the others and wakes the live-in housekeeper in doing so. She can identify him, so she has to be eliminated along with the others. In a rage Jim turns towards the child and brutally murders him. (The crime scene photographs show the crib in splinters after the assault, which usually indicates “overkill” and a crime of passion). Jim then goes back to the barn, finds Rachel and tries to nurse her back to health. Unfortunately, the accidental blow to her head is causing her extreme pain and she finally succumbs to the injury. Jim stays at the farm for several days after the killings, tending to livestock and eating the slain family’s food".  

Murder in a Small Town: Jessica's Theory

Jessica’s Theory

Jessica grabs the results and goes straight to the sheriff’s office. The Captain always appears unemotional to Jessica, and even now he looks up at her from behind his desk, leans back in his chair, laces his fingers across his paunch-belly and simply says, “Okay detective, let’s hear what you have”. Sheriff Gerrard is familiar with the case and his father was one of the original investigators. Jessica enthusiastically begins her story.

“Okay Chief, as you know, thirty years ago, in 1989, six people were brutally murdered on a farm just south of town here. The victims include the farmer Carl, his wife Eula, their daughter Vicki, granddaughter Rachel, grandson william, and live-in housekeeper, Olga. The four bodies found in the barn were not concealed in any way, except for the body of the little girl who had been partially hidden under some hay. The theory at the time was that each of the victims had been lured to the barn one by one and dispatched with some farming implement that was never recovered. The killer then went to the main house and disposed of the little boy and live-in housekeeper. The original theory was that the daughter Vicki, was the first one to meet her fate, followed by her mother Eula, then the farmer Carl, and the little girl Rachel, was the last one slain.

However, I propose that the sequence of events began with Rachel who, by accident, hit her head while trying to flee from a stranger that had made himself home in the barn and in the Hansen’s house. Rachel did not die straight away as the original investigators learned, but lingered for hours before succumbing to the trauma to her head. This fact plays well into what I think actually happened.

There were plenty of suspects at the time, but DNA testing was in its infancy and the original crime scene investigators may have overlooked or ignored any viable evidence.  No usable fingerprints were ever recovered as well. All of the suspects were eventually ruled out, however, the real culprit was able to slip away before being found out.

During this same time in 1989, Vicki’s husband, and Rachel’s father, was serving a tour with the U.S. military during Operation Just Cause in an effort to overthrow Panama’s dictator, Manuel Noriega. Vicki’s husband, Jim Wilson, was presumed killed in that conflict by sniper fire, along with several of his comrades in the same detachment. Eyewitnesses vouch that he had been fatally wounded and his body was sent back to the states for burial. The wounds were so severe, that a closed casket ceremony had to be performed. Furthermore, a soldier from Jim’s detachment, Brandon Smith, was sent back to the base hospital. He had a nasty head wound and the doctors didn’t think he would survive, but he did. After being released from medical care, he was sent back to the states for fourteen days leave before returning to duty. He was never seen or heard from again. I contend that this man was actually Jim Wilson, Vicki’s husband who had switched dog tags with a fallen soldier”

Murder in a Small Town: The Results

The Results

It takes two weeks to get the results back from the lab on the DNA sample from Angela. During that time Jessica tries passing the time productively. She is really bothered about the lack of a good gym close by. This is a ritual for her and probably a little more than obsessive about it. She is tired of having to drive twenty-five miles away to the gym every day. She talks with Dominik out in front of the station while waiting for the mail to arrive.

“Okay, so tell me why there isn’t a gym at the Sheriff’s station, or even one in town for that matter?” She asks. “Personally, I think a gym would foster camaraderie and maintain fitness standards for the department”. Dominik thinks for a moment and then explains, 

“Well, we were talking about getting one at one point, but in a rural area, there are just limited funds to go around. Although the chief had expressed an interest in maybe getting one for the town. That way the department could use it as a training facility for neighboring cities as well, but then again there has to be money in the coffers for that to happen. I really don’t think he sees it as a priority. So, as of now, if you want to go to a gym around here, you either have to drive twenty-five-miles to Daukin, or buy a home gym”, he tells her. “I’ve thought about the home gym idea, but they aren’t cheap”, continues Dominik, “and I would probably end up paying on it the rest of my life. The good thing is that the dealer would come out and install it at my house”.

This is little consolation to Jessica. She sees some very good places right there on main street where a gym could be opened. One in particular is a defunct J.C. Penny store that has been boarded up for a couple of years. Dominik sees her looking at the building and asks, “Why don’t you open one in that old place? It’s as close to the Sheriff’s station as you can get, and you could probably get it real cheap”.

“I don’t know”, says Jessica. Lancaster is just a temporary stay for me - for one and for two, I’ve never really considered being a business owner.

My goal has always been about climbing the career ladder, moving up the ranks, and becoming police chief someday”.  Dominik looks away and says, 
          “Well, if that’s what you want. It’s a lofty goal, I’ll give you that….” The scene is interrupted by the sound of an approaching vehicle and the DLO courier truck is viewed topping the hill. 
         “This is what we’ve been waiting for!” exclaims Jessica. “The results from Angela’s DNA should be here!”

Jessica eagerly takes the mail inside the police building, straight to the cold-case evidence dungeon and opens the letter from the crime lab. She skims to the end paragraph of the last page where the words, “INTERPRETATION” are printed. As she reads the words on the page, her heart begins pumping wildly. The printing reads:

“A combined paternity index of 3,518,300 and a Probability of Paternity of 99.99997%   between Child: Rachel Wilson and Father: Walter Krantz, the alleged father is not excluded as the biological father of the tested child”. 

“This is it!” Jessica shouts. “This proves my theory of what happened on that farm thirty years ago”.

Murder in a Small Town: The Meeting

The Meeting

Jessica arrives at Sam’s Diner at 1:00 p.m. on the dot. It's a typical greasy spoon joint on the interstate where truck drivers stop on their way to wherever and gritty blue-collar locals hangout for their “usual” favorites. Jessica watches for Angela and sees her just getting her break. She motions her over and Angela comes out to the table.

            “Hi Angela, I’m Detective Jessica Reddit and I’m on a joint task force to solve cold cases across the U.S. Lancaster just happens to be my first assignment. I would just like to ask you a few questions if that’s okay?” “I have fifteen minutes before I have to get back to my shift”, says Angela lighting the first of many cigarettes, “and I want you to know up front that I am not changing my mind about anything”.

          “That’s fine”, says Jessica, but did your father ever talk to you about being married before, or about having any other children?” Angela looks at Jessica with a scowl and tells her, 

          “My daddy never told me about another woman or kids or anything else, but I do remember him talking to momma one time about being married to someone before her. He said it was a long time ago. I was little though, and I don’t remember him ever talking about it again”. 

          “That’s okay”, says Jessica, but before Jessica has a chance to ask another question, Angela speaks up and says, 

          “I loved my father. He was a good man. We used to play make believe together when I was little, and he always called me his little princess. He told me he would slay dragons for me and protect me from this evil world. This evil world where bad people want to dig up other people; good people. How many so-called good fathers do you know do that?” Jessica looks at her reflectively, remembering her own father and her childhood, how he had to work so many hours and was hardly ever home. 

          “Not many”, replies Jessica solemnly. “Okay Angela, Thank you for meeting with me today. I won’t waste any more of your time. Go finish your break and, if you can think of anything else give me a call at this number”. She hands Angela one of her information cards. Angela takes the card, folds it in half, and places it in the ashtray that has become increasingly full at this time. Angela gets up and leaves without saying a word.

            Jessica looks over her shoulder to make sure Angela was out of sight before producing a clear plastic baggie from her purse. She removes a napkin from the dispenser on the table and slips it between her index finger and thumb. She then uses the napkin to pick up one of the many cigarette butts from the ashtray and drops it into the bag. “There is more than one way to skin a cat”, thinks Jessica. “This cigarette butt will be my reverse paternity sample for a DNA comparison. I may not be able to get Walter’s, but this is the next best thing”. Jessica then pays the check and watches Sam’s Diner disappear in her rear-view mirror. Her next stop is the Sheriff’s department in Lancaster to put the finishing touches on the “evidence” collected and get it sent to the crime lab for analysis.

Murder in a Small Town: Walter Krantz

Walter Krantz

 Through her research, Jessica stumbles upon an interesting character by the name of Walter Krantz. Interesting because two weeks after the murders on Hansen’s farm, this man shows up at the Miller’s Farm, some fifty miles away from Lancaster, and gives the farmer a hard luck story about being away in Panama fighting against Noriega in the military. He tells the farmer that while he was away serving, his mother, father, and little brother had been killed in an automobile accident in Indiana. When he returned home, his family was gone and the house he grew up in was in foreclosure. Joseph Miller felt bad for him and agreed to keep him on as a hired hand. “So”, says Swarovski, “where is he now?”  “Well”, says Jessica, “Let me finish. This is what I’ve been able to find out from my research”.

Walter worked on the Miller’s farm for a number of years and married one of the farmer’s daughters. He had two children from this marriage, a boy, Caleb, and a girl, Angela.

His wife died from liver complications when the youngest, (Angela), was ten years old and then Walter died another ten years after that. He is buried in a family cemetery not far from the Miller’s farm”. “Okay”, says Dominik, “What’s the plan now?”

“Right now”, says Jessica, “I am pushing to get his body exhumed for DNA testing. If my theory is correct, he could be the missing link in the Hansen homicides. We’ve already had the little girl’s body, Rachel, from the farm exhumed. Her DNA has been processed and the results are at the Lancaster’s Sheriff’s station as we speak.

However, Walter Krantz was never a suspect in the slayings and there is a point of contention: That of “desecrating” his interred body- and it isn’t sitting well with his children. The motion for exhumation is being challenged by them and the local Judge refuses to sign off on it. But I have another idea that will be just as good if they continue to refuse”.

“Well, I have to admit that when I first met you at the station, I had my doubts about your ability to do anything with this case. Now I’m beginning to see what you’ve been up to these past few weeks and I must say… I’m impressed,” says Swarovski.

Jessica looks at him and smiles. “Thanks Dominik”, she replies and for the first time in her career, Jessica feels a genuine camaraderie with a fellow coworker. Maybe she had been wrong about him after all. “But this thing is far from over”, she thinks. “Now I have to get a sit-down with one of the Krantz kids. How hard could it be, right?”

Murder in a Small Town: The Investigation

The Investigation

Over the next few weeks Jessica calls living relatives of the murdered victims and follows up on eye-witness descriptions of what was going on in Lancaster at the time the killings took place. There were plenty of suspects that were eventually weeded out over the course of the original investigation. There were always alibis, or other inconsistencies that never led to any conclusive results.

During this time, Detective Swarovski was proving to be a great resource for Jessica. She relies on him frequently to find addresses in the area and to locate lost geographical data because the original farm had been torn down after the murders and some of the archived city records were sketchy to say the least. The only thing that was left of the old farm was a wooden pole with the land tract numbers on it.

She traces the family lineage starting with the two-year-old and working all the up to the senior Hansen’s themselves. She leaves no stone unturned and has come up with a compelling argument based on witness accounts and the family lineage.

Gradually, Jessica begins to view Dominik as a valuable partner in her research of the crimes. He has abandoned “Allie’s Pub” for the most part and is spending more time with Jessica, helping her navigate the area. Then too, she is also valuable in helping him solve one of the town’s “active” murder cases. (It turns out that it was an accidental death that was viewed as “suspicious”). She begins seeing themselves as a “real” team working together to solve a brutal crime that has Jessica obsessed. Dominik endears himself to her even more by telling her where a decent gym can be found in the neighboring city of Daukin and the two go regularly. Optimistic, Jessica is hardly missing her friends these days and her cozy one-bedroom apartment on the lake. She is also given news of the Internal Affairs investigation of her co-workers in Cleveland. They have been dismissed from the force after being found culpable in the sexual harassment charges. 

Murder in a Small Town: The Confrontation

The Confrontation

Along with the pictures of the crime scene, Jessica finds handwritten notes from the original detectives. “Ok so, according to the original police report, the first four bodies were found in the barn - Carl, his wife Eula, Vicki his daughter, and the seven-year-old granddaughter Rachel.

            “Correct”, says Swarovski. “The other two were found in the house. These were the live-in housekeeper Olga, and the two-year-old grandson William. All of them had been bludgeoned with a blunt weapon, supposedly some farming implement that was never found”.

            “And, the theory at the time was that the first four had been lured to the barn under some pretense and dispatched one at a time starting with Vicki, correct?”, asks Jessica as she continues reading the original report.

            “Yes”, continues Swarovski. “After Vicki, it was her mother, then the old man Carl, and Rachel was the last victim”.

            “But Rachel’s body was the only one hidden under some hay, right?”

            “According to the original report, yes,” says Swarovski. “Then the killer went to the main house and did away with the housekeeper and the two-year old. The baby’s bassinet was totally destroyed during the assault.”

            “It just doesn’t make sense,” says Jessica. “Why would the killer attempt to hide Rachel’s body in the hay and the other three are laid out like tuna on the barn floor? Unless, she was actually the first one killed”, Jessica says and begins to formulate her first hypothesis of the murders. “This may have been an accident, but after it was done, the killer knew the others would come out to investigate. If this is accurate”, Jessica says, “the original investigators may also have been way off on the motive for the crimes”. Jessica feels her adrenaline surge as the idea gains momentum.

            “I don’t see what difference it makes”, says Swarovski skeptically. “Six people were horribly murdered on this farm over 30 years ago. Determining who was killed first just doesn’t make any difference. And, the odds of solving these crimes are next to impossible as far as I’m concerned. We’ve had our best detectives go over this with a fine-tooth comb- several fine-toothed combs as a matter of fact, and none of them have been able to draw a definite conclusion on the matter. We have no leads, no new evidence, and all the suspects have either died or can’t even remember what they had for breakfast this morning. At this point all we do have is conjecture!”

            Jessica looks up from the case file for the first time since opening it and stares Dominik square in his eyes. “It makes a difference to these people,” she says pointing at the file. “They didn’t deserve to be slaughtered like cattle. But, they do deserve justice just as much as anyone else-regardless of the time frame.”.

“Okay, Okay says Swarovski. I’m not the bad guy here. And honestly, I want to get the sonofabitch who did this just as bad as you do. I’m just saying that the odds of being able to clear these homicides after 30 years is a shot in the dark, a long shot in the dark. Seems like a waste of time to me when we have other “active” murder cases that need to be solved”.

Jessica turns her attention back to the file. “I tell you what”, She says, “I’m here only for the cold cases, but you can work on the others while I do research on these. If I need help, I know where to find you. Agreed?” 

“Agreed”, says Swarovski. “Well, I’ll leave you to it then”.

Murder in a Small Town: The Peeper

The Peeper

           

“I think someone is coming”, the man says to himself. The sound of human voices echoes across the yard from the main house. This shadow man conceals himself stealthily behind the slat-boards in the barn.

            This spectral figure is witness to some of the most horrific acts of incest by the owner of this farm and his 30-year-old daughter one could imagine. Fornication, fellatio, sodomy, and other acts of perversion are just some of the practices witnessed by this hidden spectator. Sometimes the farmer’s wife is present and watches the incestual debauchery with coveting eyes.

On other days the stranger watches the innocence portrayed by the seven-year-old granddaughter imagining tea times with stuffed animals and kings and queens of made-up lands.

He enjoys these times and imagines himself playing along with her as she pretends to cook for royalty, hand out refreshments, and provide grandiose entertainment, such as drama and amateur ballet. 

He wishes to be her king. She would be his beautiful princess to slay dragons for and shelter from the evil world. His head throbs and he starts to rub it but stops suddenly as he catches sight of the live-in housekeeper walking towards the barn with the baby. He looks with loathing at the plain-faced woman with the large, bulbous nose and child. Particularly the child. He discreetly massages his temples. A chill wind blows through the slats.

Murder in a Small Town: The Case

The Case

They enter a dank room on the bottom floor of the building with Swarovski still apologizing.

“Well, Ms. Reddit, here’s everything we have at this location”, he says. Jessica looks in amazement at the rows and rows of boxes on shelves. All of the boxes have numbers on them that, she assumes, correspond to each file folder. The smell of wet paper and mold assails her nostrils. “I hope none of this mildew has corrupted any of the evidence”, she thinks. The room resembles more of a dungeon than anything else. It’s dark, dimly lit, and stinks.

“Are there any files here that are considered priority as far as you know”? she asks Swarovski. Still stinging from their introduction, Swarovski begins to speak, “Well, I’m not sure what you mean by priority”, he says sarcastically. “But I guess the oldest one we have is this one”. Swarovski walks over to the filing cabinet, opens it, and pulls out a brown manila folder labeled “Hinterland Homicides” with a number 12131989 on it and hands it to Jessica. “Oh, the number on the file is the date the homicides occurred”, he says. “It’s over 30 years cold and nobody has been able to figure it out. Six people were killed on the old Hansen Farm just south of here, over three decades ago, bludgeoned with some type of farm tool. They named it “Hinterland” because of its similarities to some famous murders in Germany”, he says. Jessica opens the file and peers into it as though it was a type of time capsule. Intrigued and not looking up, she walks over to the only table in the room and places it gently in the middle.

In the folder were five black and white pictures of the crime scene. Two pictures of four bodies in a barn, one of the dead housekeeper in her bedroom, one of the slain two-year-old and the overturned crib, and the other picture was a view of the yard from the outside. Jessica had never seen a crime scene like this; The bodies, the blood, the heinousness. “Is there any water around here?”, she asks.

Murder in a Small Town: First Contact

First Contact

The next day Jessica returns to the sheriff’s office. She is still irritated about her lost luggage and wasn’t looking forward to the encounter with Detective Swarovski. She had gone to Allie’s last night for a quick bite and had learned a few things about the wayward detective.

One: he was, of course taller than she thought he would be - Probably in the six foot three to four range and maybe two hundred-twenty-five pounds. He wasn’t totally unattractive in a backwoods kind of way. Ironically, he reminded her of the survivalist guy on one of her Dad’s favorite TV shows. Two: He likes to play billiards. Three: He likes to get loud after a few drinks and run his mouth about some “Bitch detective from Cleveland coming to show him how to do his job” . And four: He likes to drink.

Jessica parks around back of the station today and enters through the service door. She slowly pulls herself up the steps and navigates an empty maze of cubicles, finally to the desk of “Detective Dominik Swarovski”. She knows this by the cheap brass name plaque that sits on top of it. The same kind ordered from most cut-rate Chinese mail-order businesses. “Tacky”, is all she could think. Swarovski is on the phone when she approaches. He turns, sees her, and gazes at her five-foot-two-inch form from head to toe in a lewd way. Her olive-complexion is as exotic to him as it is enticing. He turns away from her quickly and speaks quietly to the caller on the phone, “Hey man, I gotta go. Something’s come up that requires my undivided attention. I’ll give you a call back when I can”.  Jessica doesn’t say a word but sits in the chair facing his desk.

After hanging up, the detective then turns to address Jessica, placing his elbows on the desk and resting his chin on his hands. “Well, hello Miss”, he says with a sideways grin. “What can I do to assist you today”? The sideways grin never leaves his face. She looks him coyly in the eyes, “Well, as a matter of fact there is something you can do for me, uh Mr. Swarovski, is it”?

“Uh, no need for formalities here, Miss”, he says as he leans closer, “You can call me Detective if you want. You must be new to Lancaster because I know just about everyone in town, but I don’t think we’ve ever met”. Unflinching, Jessica leans in even closer. Close enough to whisper in his ear, and says, “That’s because I’m the bitch detective from Cleveland here to show you how to do your job”. Swarovski turns white as a sheet, his mouth gapes open, and he quickly stands straight up. So quickly in fact that he smacks his thighs on his desk and stumbles backward over his chair. “I’m Detective Reddit from the Cleveland joint task force on cold cases. Now that we’ve been properly introduced, can you please show me where these files are located so I might get to work”?

 Swarovski stumbles to his feet apologizing and embarrassingly leads Jessica down the narrow corridor, down some stairs, and to the storage room where cold-case evidence is kept. The accompanying files are also kept in this room in a separate filing cabinet than the “active cases”. 

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Murder in a Small Town: Jim's War

JIM'S WAR

              

After an eternity, Jim tries to open his eyes. He is disoriented and a raging torrent of pain floods his body. It starts in his head and pulses through his chest and limbs. He tastes grit and blood in his mouth; tries to spit, but only mud comes out. His left eye won’t open, and the left side of his face is matted with dirt, sand, and blood. Through his confusion, Jim remembers flashes of light, gunfire, a firefight, and that he had been hit in the head. “I’m not dead”, he tries to say, but nothing comes out. “Where is everybody? Did they leave me?” He can hear people speaking, but not his language. Surreal ghostly figures pass over him without stopping. Without raising his head, he slowly looks to his right and sees the bodies of three other soldiers from his platoon. The sun, haloed by spectral refraction, is nearing the horizon and casts long, peaked shadows that seem to waver rhythmically and radiate from the lifeless bodies. His severely injured brain tries to shut down, but not before offering him images of a daring plan. 
           Like beads on a wire, fragments of awareness are strung together in glimpses of one possible future. Coming to sometime later, Jim begins to put in motion his new blueprint for life. Not hearing any voices or movement as before, he slowly and with overwhelming pain, drags his shattered self to the nearest body, regurgitating blood-tinged yellow bile along the way. With much difficulty, he removes the dead soldier’s dog tags and places his own on the ground next to the sniper victim. The dead soldier is now Jim Wilson and Jim is instantaneously transformed into Brandon Smith. He can already hear the distant “whomp-whomp-whomp” of an American chopper getting closer. His platoon buddies will swear Jim Wilson was killed by sniper fire that day. The chopper finds him and his fallen comrades in the last hour of light.

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Murder in a Small Town: Mainstreet Gym

Mainstreet Gym

The Mainstreet Gym was her home away from home growing up in Cairo. Here she would wait for her dad after school, do her homework, and watch people workout. The Gym was run by a friend of Jessica’s dad, Tom Danski, and this is also where Jessica met Diane Hopper. Jessica was just ten years old at the time and Diane was a police detective in a rural city just over the border in Ohio. Diane was the surrogate mother Jessica needed at a time in her life when things were not going so well.

Diane was instrumental in getting Jessica into the Ohio police academy and a huge advocate for her professional development. “I really need to call her”, thinks Jessica. “I haven’t talked with her in ages”.

She scans the one stop-light intersection and notices the more modern conveniences that are inherent in many small towns - the fast food restaurants. McDonalds, Kentucky fried Chicken, and Arby’s were located on the south side of main highway running through town.

She smiles with kind of a sad grin and shakes her head. “The hotel is just a few blocks away”, she thinks. She is tired.

A faint smell of barbeque wafts through the air and immediately catches Jessica’s attention. She glances in the opposite direction down the street and spots a sign outside an establishment, “Allie’s Pub”. The unmistakable red and blue neon buzzes and blinks above the entrance.

Murder in a Small Town: Lancaster, WI

Lancaster, WI

Jessica arrives at the Lancaster sheriff’s department close to dusk and wearily drags herself up the mountainous steps, finally entering through the massive and ornately carved wooden door. She scans the interior and notices the gray, monochromatic stillness - silence. “This is quite different from the Cleveland precinct”, she thinks. On alert, she then walks to the vacant duty window and rings the bell. The sound echoes eerily in the emptiness. “Hello,” she calls out. Just then, the unmistakable sound of a toilet flushing can be heard. A smallish uniformed deputy rounds the corner zipping his pants and is surprised by the petite brunette standing at the window.

 Flustered and perturbed at being caught off guard, he gruffly asks what she wants. “Hi deputy, I’m Jessica Reddit from the Cleveland Joint Task Force on unsolved homicides”, she says flashing her badge.

“I’ve been temporarily assigned to the state of Wisconsin, particularly the Lancaster office to go over some of the more complex cold-cases and to offer assistance on clearing them.” “Whew!” she thinks. “I’m glad I rehearsed this part.”

The deputy glares at Jessica. “Well, I heard you were coming Ms. Rabbit. I’m Deputy Yoder and I am not going lie about being glad you’re here. I didn’t ask for your help, so don’t expect a whole lot of cooperation on my part,” he says. Jessica is used to this kind of response, she rolls her eyes, sighs heavily, and firmly speaks up,

“The name is REDDIT, Deputy Yoder, and I am here to assist your department in clearing cold cases. I’m to coordinate all investigations with a detective Dominik Swarovski. If you could just point me in his direction, I will kindly be on my way”. Jessica’s adrenaline is surging at this point.

“Okay, Ms. REDDIT”, says Yoder condescendingly. “Don't get your panties in a wad. If you want to find Swarovski, you might start by checking Allie’s Pub down the street. He’s there most evenings about this time. Of course, I’m sure he’s had more than a few by now. Good luck and b’bye”.

“What about Sheriff Gerrard?” asks Jessica. “If he’s here, I’d like to speak with him as well”. “The Sheriff has left for the day”, says Yoder without looking up from his ledger. “He’ll be back in the morning”.

“Well, isn’t this just splendid”, says Jessica. She looks at her watch and sees that it is just 7:30. She is tired. “Okay then, I guess there’s nothing left to do but go to the hotel. I forget these small towns roll up their sidewalks as soon as the sun goes down”, she says to no one in particular. She turns and exits the station, then begins her slow descent to the waiting Prius. On her way, she glances down the deserted street and recognizes the all too familiar garnishments of small-town America. The county courthouse, chamber of commerce, and sheriff’s office were all cookie-cut block buildings, like a facade of an old 50's movie, neatly, and conveniently, aligned on the street she now walks . Her mind wonders back to West Virginia and the small town where she grew up. “Very similar to this place”, she thinks. “But then I guess they all look more or less the same”. She can’t help but notice the one thing missing – the “Mainstreet Gym”.

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Murder in a Small Town: 30 Years Later

30 Years Later

Being the new kid on the block seems to be a matter of routine for Jessica. Even though she had won her hard-earned promotion to detective, it also came with an unexpected transfer to “Mayberry”. But the captain is probably right on this point. Being away from a bad situation right now is probably the best thing for her. Her mind flashes back to the crude behavior perpetrated against her by two of the officers she worked with in Cleveland and the sexual harassment complaint she had filed against them. Now Internal Affairs was involved, and it wasn’t looking good for her coworkers.  Although not entirely thrilled at the prospect of solving cold-cases out in the sticks, she is willing to temporarily give up her big city life, her cozy one-bedroom apartment on the lake, and her friends while the investigation moves forward. She thinks she is being punished. Cold-case files? Really? Sounds like a documentary show on television. These cases are most probably cold for a reason. “But I guess if I can prove myself here, I can still make Chief before my thirtieth birthday”, she says out loud.

Jessica’s mind wonders as she drives and thinks about the forensic tools available for use in crime solving these days. The technology is so much better today than they were thirty years ago. Remembering a recent workshop from her precinct about “touch DNA” sampling and how it can be used to extract DNA from something that was just touched by a suspect, Jessica smiles. “It’s a good time to be alive!” she says enthusiastically. Just now the only radio station she can pick up begins playing one of her Dad’s favorite bands from the 80s, “Survivor”. She knows this song. “Me and Dad use to listen to this all the time when I was little”. She stomps her foot into the accelerator, the Prius hums, and she begins singing along…  “It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight. Risin' up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night, And he's watchin' us all with the eye of the tiger…